Drop Out Of Life

I'm on a guilt trip high and I'm not coming down for anybody else She's love sick, he's full of shit I'm stuck thinking about what I'm gonna drink So here's your slow song cause I know you've been waiting Just like a last call with the guy that your

I hold my dream with a broken hand Blood on my collar I try to think of a better way To pass by the hours Instead I'm feeling low I'm feeling worthless, reckless and alone Taking from me In the middle of the night It's not that easy In the middle of

Note - This Time Next Year Who's at the wheel when the road keeps on turning Never really getting anywhere with my feet off the ground Never had a better chance to say anything You, it's you, you that defeats me So talk down my hopeless frustration D

Welcome to my living hell Where I make a fool of myself for you I've put my books on the shelf Packed up my love for the sake of you I'm not working anymore I never wanted to see this through Cause I despise everything that I do Everything that I do